They must find it hard to take Truth for authority who have so long mistaken Authority for Truth.
In the wounds our sufferings plough immortal love sows sovereign seed.
All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.
Not by appointment do we meet Delight And Joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner in the streets of life, They, on a sudden, clasp us with a smile.
When man to man shall be friend and brother.
They must find it difficult ... those who have taken authority as the truth, rather than truth as the authority.